My Home Building- Bebo! Poem by Anshul Gupta

Cement, bricks, mud and mortar
Oh my Bebo I love you for who you are
Without you my life would be so bizarre
At your sight, my eyes get in them a twinkling star.

When I cry you give me a place to hide
When I am alone you are there by my side
You are my shelter when it rains
You are privy to all my pains.

You know my deepest emotions
You have been a part of all my celebrations
You were the host to all my parties wild
You lent your hand to your overdrunk child!

I grew up listening to tales and stories
and so did you grow, story by story
You saw off my childhood
You carried me through my adolescence
You always have blessed me with your assuring existence
and the divine presence.

Your enveloping arms keep me cozy and warm
You keep me safe from all the worldly harm
Standing tall, erect and strong
You keep your child away from rain, heat and storm.

I see no difference between myself and thee
For we both are a part of the almighty He
There is no limit to the height we both can rise
For you and I are God Himself
That's what I always surmise.

To me you denote someone transcending
For you don't appear to have any ending
And perhaps that's why
even after having already been built
you always remain build- ing!

You provide me the isolation to meditate and pray
Your floors and walls are always available for my kids to play
You take care of my family when I am out
so I could work without any worry or doubt.

You speak through the door bell often when I am asleep
Sorry to say that annoys me to the very deep!
I know that to the visitor you have a promise to keep
But with my eyes half closed
I am sure I don't look to that visitor better than a sheep!

Your airy terrace gives a cool breather to my soul
My early mornings become so peaceful and whole
Crows and pigeons walking your dewy floor
I remain a silent spectator sitting at the terrace door.

You taught me the importance of a strong foundation
without which my life would have been an aimless tribulation.

My dear Bebo, I am so happy that I dwell in you
I consider myself one of the lucky few!
In my next birth whether I become a Christian or a Jew
I promise my Bebo I will find you.


08.08.2011; New Delhi, India